This person hailed from a prominent sect, having learned only the finest, his inner strength far surpassing the likes of Zhao Rong and others—it should not be underestimated.
Qin Yu squinted his eyes, raising his hand, the small bird still in it.
He looked towards the people from Tiance Pavilion.
"As we compare skills, shouldn't we first determine whether I have won or not? This fish meat..."
Did he just want to eat some fish? Was it really that difficult?
Although Zhang Chunheng was reluctant, he couldn't be mean to Qin Yu in this setting and was about to admit it.
"Let's talk after the fight," Lin Heng said with an indifferent voice. Qin Yu turned his head and saw the apathy on his face, his eyebrows bearing no affection.
He also looked towards Qin Yu.
"I've heard that the rule in the martial arts world is—if one repents, one either voluntarily breaks a hand or a foot to show sincerity or survives a bloody battle to clear all grievances."
